PP: Oh? What's that? You'll stop me halfway through doing the dishes and tell me to go lay down and do the rest? How nice of you. But, wait, when I come back, for some reason, there are maybe four dishes done, filthy, greasy water. Hey, Know what? I'll do the rest. No, it doesn't matter that it was YOUR turn to do the dishes. We'll just make it my turn this time, AND next time. no worries.

What? These dishes that accumulated while I was gone for a week? The ones I couldn't have made dirty? HELL YEAH I WANT TO DO THEM. As a matter of fact, I think that I SHOULD them, because, for some reason, you shouldn't have to do ANYTHING.

With me, Selling out is less changing your sound, more forgetting your original message. I'm sure that Green Day WANTED to be punk in the beginning, but when they started seeing those dollar signs, music took the back seat.

So, I read this story one time, and it was written by grammer, oh man, let me tell you. LET ME, TELL YOU, THAT IT WAS AWESOME. I'M GONNA READ IT AGAIN BECAUSE I BROWSED THE FIRST TIME. Alright, this time, I read it. It was cool, This thing throws things at this guy, and oh man, let me tell you brother, he does not like that. Know what he does? He kicks it's ass. That's right. Right in the FACE. Then know what he does? Finds a portal to hell. Guess what happens after. He goes through it. Then he is like "What's up hell, how you doin'?", but he's just kidding because he's there for one reason. To kick. Hell's. Ass. And he does. The ending just shows that he proceeds onwards to kick the fuck out of Hell. Man, Grammer is AWESOME. I bet he's a black mage in real life.